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“Marimo, what are you doing?” Sanji asks, amused at the sigh before him. He watches as Zoro situates himself as best as he can so he can see the back of his head. It felt like watching an elaborate experiment with mirrors; mirror in one hand, scissors in another, and chunks of hair at the marimo’s feet.
“What does it look like, curly?” Zoro sighs sarcastically. He’s carding his hand carefully through his long locks, positioning the mirror where he could see the back of his head. Sanji has a feeling he knows what the green haired man was about to do; he was definitely about to snip off a good chunk of his hair as unevenly as he possibly could.
“I mean, it’s obvious on the surface,” Sanji sighs, “But why didn’t you just ask me for help? I do this for a living, mossy.”
or: Sanji, Zoro, and some scissors.
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- Part 9 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo